Spring is on the way and she's moving mighty fierce.
Can you hear the roar? Listen.... Nature’s shouting out loud. Mr. Blue Jay outside the kitchen window is sporting a new and unfamiliar tune and the brooks running under the snow pack, not yet visible are thunderously audible. The village dogs down the street converse loudly into the evening along with the young neighbors across the way, celebrating outdoors, a warm (above freezing) Saturday night (or is it Sunday morning). Then again, it could be the coyote's love calls.
Spring’s job is momentous here in Vermont and her time frame is brief. So much to do, so little time. Tomorrow is March 17 (happy St Patty's Day to you) and we still have 3 feet of snow in our yard. The snowdrops are working hard (beneath that snow) to break ground and be ready for those first days of warm rains that rinse the valley clean. And though I’m sitting on the edge of my seat, anxious, excited and incredibly exuberant in anticipation of the Spring Peepers chorus, we have yet to get in our fair share of corn skiing.
So, let's get crackin'.